The master hurriedly returned to the mansion of the county magistrate Wang Liang.
Because he asked Wang Liang for leave and said he wanted to do something important.
When Wang Liang saw him, he asked with concern: "How is the matter done?"
The master smiled slightly and replied, "Sir, the matter has been done."
After hearing this, Wang Liang couldn't help but sigh, with a hint of worry on his face.
Seeing this, the master hurriedly asked, "Why did the lord sigh? Could it be that there is something to worry about?"
Wang Liang frowned and said, "Of course it's still the same thing. If it proves that Jia Xu really killed someone, what should I do? This is not a trivial matter."
But this time, the master said nothing, which made Wang Liang very surprised.
"County magistrate, if nothing happens, the young one will step down first."
Master said.
The county magistrate waved his hand and signaled him to retreat.
After the master returned to the room, he felt extremely heavy and the fear in his heart surged into his heart like a tide.
He sat in the chair with his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.
His hands trembled unconsciously, and the murderous scene kept popping up in his mind.
The bloody scene and the tragic situation of the victim lingered in his heart like a nightmare and could not be gone.
The master's heartbeat was rapid, as if he was about to jump out of his throat.
He felt that breathing became difficult, and his chest felt like it was pressed by a heavy stone, unable to breathe.
He tried hard to calm down, but found that his thoughts were getting more and more confused.
The intertwined emotions of fear, self-blame, anxiety and other emotions made him fall into extreme pain.
"How could I do such a thing? I have never killed anyone!" The master said silently in his heart, his voice trembling.
In Sun Ce's mansion, the atmosphere was tense and depressing.
Sun Ce sat in the study, frowned, and his eyes revealed deep fatigue and anxiety.
Since Wu Guotai's whereabouts have not been found, his mood became increasingly irritable.
Sun Ce slapped the table suddenly and shouted loudly: "Call Zhuge Jin for me!" His voice was filled with anger and disappointment.
After a while, Zhuge Jin rushed over, with a hint of panic on his face.
Sun Ce glared at Zhuge Jin, pointed at his nose and cursed: "You idiot, why can't you even find your mother's whereabouts! I want to punish you severely!"
Zhang Zhao begged for mercy, "Lord, please show mercy to your subordinates! Zhuge Jin is also unintentional, this is not his own fault."
Sun Ce was unmoved. He said coldly: "I have decided, no one can stop me!"
Zhuge Jin straightened his body and said, "Lord, I know I have made a mistake, so Zhang Zhao doesn't have to plead for me."
Zhang Zhao hurriedly stood in front of Zhuge Jin and continued to beg: "Lord, punishing Zhuge Jin at this time will not solve the problem. We should calmly think about our next action."
Sun Ce's body trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with contradictions and struggles.
Finally, he sat down slowly, still with a hint of anger in his tone: "Okay, let me spare you this time. But if something similar happens again, I will never give up easily!"
Zhuge Jin lowered his head and thanked him: "Thank you, Lord, for your kindness, I will work harder and make up for my mistakes."
Zhuge Jin silently returned to his room and closed the door tightly.
There was a dull aura in the room. Zhuge Jin sat at the table, and the wine glass in his hand was constantly raised by him and slowly lowered it.
His eyes were confused and painful, as if he wanted to numb his inner pain with alcohol.
After a while, Zhang Zhao knocked on the door gently and walked into the room.
Seeing Zhuge Jin like this, his heart couldn't help but feel ache.
Zhuge Jin raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhao, with a gratitude smile on his face.
"Zhang Zhao, you are here. Thank you for pleading for me."
Zhang Zhao sighed and said, "Zhuge Jin, you and I are sympathetic to brothers, how can I watch you suffer? The lord is also impulsive, so don't resent him."
Zhuge Jin shook his head: "How could I resent my lord? It was my own incompetence that made Wu too lost and let down his lord's trust."
"Don't blame yourself too much, this is not your own fault. We all know that the lord is in an anxious mood at this moment, and it is inevitable that he will do extreme things."
Zhuge Jin nodded silently, his eyes falling outside the window.
At this time, a cold wind blew, causing the windows to creak.
Zhuge Jin couldn't help but shivered, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.
Zhang Zhao said softly: "Okay, Zhuge Jin, don't drink it anymore. You need to have a good rest. There are still many things waiting for us to do tomorrow."
Zhuge Jin nodded and put down his wine glass.
"You are right. I will continue to look for the whereabouts of Wu Guotai tomorrow. I can't just be decadent."
Zhang Zhao looked at Zhuge Jin, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.
"This is Zhuge Jin I know. Let's work together and I believe we will definitely find Wu Guotai."
Zhao Qiang took Wu Guotai into a remote village and found a very remote unoccupied room.
The village is quiet, with only the occasional barking of chickens and dogs breaking the tranquility.
Wu Guotai's face was haggard, and his eyes revealed fatigue and helplessness.
However, her expression was still calm, as if she had already been mentally prepared for the predicament in front of her.
Zhao Qiang looked at Wu Guotai and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
He originally thought that Wu Guotai would panic or cry bitterly, but her performance was completely beyond his expectations.
Because Wu Guotai believed in the Buddha, she handed everything in the hands of the Buddha.
Wu Guotai sighed softly and said, "If you do this, you will go to hell. You should know that good and evil will be rewarded, but cause and effect will not be empty."
Zhao Qiang sneered: "Wu Guotai, do you think I will be afraid of going to hell? I will only do what I think is right."
Wu Guotai shook his head.
"You do this not only hurts others, but also hurts yourself."
Zhao Qiang said coldly: "Are you teaching me a lesson? I don't need your moral preaching."
Wu Guotai was silent for a while, and then said, "I am not teaching you a lesson. If you continue like this, you will only fall into endless pain and regret."
Zhao Qiang's eyes widened and rushed towards Wu Guotai.
Wu Guo screamed in horror, trying to avoid Zhao Qiang's attack.
At this time, a farmer happened to pass by at the gate.
He heard Wu Guotai's cry for help and hurried into the yard.
When the farmer saw the scene in front of him, he widened his eyes in shock and questioned Zhao Qiang.
"Who are you? What are you doing? How can you treat an old man like this?"
Wu Guotai took the opportunity to cry: "Save me, he wants to hurt me!" Her voice was filled with fear and helplessness.
Zhao Qiang said stubbornly: "It's better not to meddle in other people's business, this matter has nothing to do with you."
The farmer pointed at Zhao Qiang angrily.
"You can't treat others violently like this! If there is any problem that can be solved well, it is wrong to do it!"
Wu Guo looked at the farmer with so much gratitude.
She trembled and said, "Thank you, kind-hearted person. Please help me and drive this evil man away."
Zhao Qiang immediately stood up and shouted loudly: "If you want to meddle in other people's business, just take me a punch."
The fight between Zhao Qiang and the farmer fell into a fierce state.
Their fists faced each other, and each hit was filled with anger and reluctance.
Wu Guo looked at all this in horror, and her lips kept chanting Amitabha Buddha, hoping to calm the fight.
However, her prayers did not seem to work.
Zhao Qiang's strength was beyond ordinary people, and he quickly gained the upper hand.
His hands tightly grabbed the farmer's neck, and the farmer's face gradually turned blue.
Wu Guotai's screams cut through the air again, and her eyes were filled with despair and fear.
She could not believe what was happening in front of her, and a living person lost his life in front of her.
Wu Guotai's legs were too weak, and she pointed at Zhao Qiang with trembling fingers: "You...you killed someone! You will be retribution!"
"Yes, so what if I kill someone? Let me tell you, if someone medds nosy, I will still kill someone."
In the bloody scene, Wu Guotai knelt down without hesitation. Her body trembled, and her eyes were filled with fear and begging.
"Please, Zhao Qiang, stop committing murder." Her voice was filled with a crying voice, as if every word was squeezed out from the depths of her heart.
Zhao Qiang looked at Wu Guotai, and he knew that she was a Buddhist.
There was a hint of threat in his tone.
"As long as you are honest and don't yell, I won't kill anyone casually."
Wu Guotai nodded quickly, tears slid down her cheeks.
"I promise you that I will be well-behaved."
Zhao Qiang's eyes were still cold, but his tone was slightly relieved.
"Okay, remember what you said."
At night, Zhao Qiang sat in the room with candlelight swaying, rubbing the pen in his hand on the paper, and he decided to write a letter to Xi Yu.
The words in the letter are as cold as a blade, revealing his determination and threat.
"Xi Yu, I have Wu Guotai in my hand. You must do what I said and go to the designated place. If you don't come, the consequences will be unimaginable." Zhao Qiang's brushstrokes seemed to convey the anger and determination in his heart to Xi Yu.
Tomorrow, he will find someone to deliver the letter to Youzhou.
He naturally didn't know that Xi Yu went to Jiangnan to pick up Wu Guotai.
In this ordinary dilapidated house, there are two rooms, one in the inner room and one outhouse.
And Wu Guotai lived in the inner room.
She still kept praying to God and Buddha.
When Zhao Qiang saw this kind of scene, he always sneered.
What's the use of doing these? You can't escape my palm.
But as Wu Guotai recited the Buddha's name, his mood gradually calmed down.
She also hopes that Zhao Qiang will not commit another murder.
As long as this doesn't happen, it doesn't matter if you sin first.
Zhao Qiang arrived at a certain post station the next day, then handed over the letter and sent someone to Youzhou to give it to Xi Yu.
Wu Guotai was very honest by his side.
Because if he had a fuss, Zhao Qiang would kill people at will.
In the inn, Xi Yu sat quietly beside Xiao Cui's bed.
"Xiao Cui, you must get better soon. We are still on the way." Xi Yu's voice was gentle and powerful.
A trace of guilt appeared on Xiao Cui's face.
"It's all my fault, I've delayed my trip..."
"Don't think so, your health is important. Rest with peace of mind and wait until you are done, and we will continue to rush."
Xi Yu's eyes fell on Xiao Cui's face. He saw the uneasiness and self-blame in her eyes, and his heart couldn't help but feel ache.
Xi Yu sat silently in front of the window, frowned slightly, and gently tapped the tabletop with his fingers.
He silently planned his days in his heart, and Wu Guotai should have arrived in Youzhou.
A hint of expectation revealed in his eyes, imagining the scene of Wu Guotai and Sun Shangxiang meeting.
He seemed to see Wu Guotai's kind face, filled with a happy smile, while Sun Shangxiang rushed over and threw herself into Wu Guotai's arms. The two hugged each other and cried.
A warm current surged in Xi Yu's heart, and he was happy for them.
He knew that this reunion was of great significance to Wu Guotai and Sun Shangxiang, which was the fusion of warmth and joy of family affection.
However, a hint of melancholy appeared in Xi Yu's heart.
He remembered his past life.
I remembered those relatives who were never able to meet again.
An inexplicable sadness surged in Xi Yu's heart.
A trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, and tears slid down unknowingly.
Xi Yu wiped it silently.
At this time, Xiao Cui walked over and saw his strangeness.
"Prime Minister, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" Xiao Cui's voice was filled with concern.
Xi Yu shook his head slightly and tried hard to squeeze out a smile.
"Nothing, Xiao Cui, I just suddenly remembered something."
Xiao Cui sat next to him gently and said gently: "If you want, you can talk to me. Maybe it will be better to say it."
Xi Yu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "I remembered those people and things that happened in the past, and it flashed in my mind like a dream."
Xiao Cui listened quietly, she could feel the pain and helplessness in Xi Yu's heart.
But Xi Yu didn't plan to tell her the secret of time travel.
Sun Ce was pale in the study, his face pale, his eyes full of worry and despair.
Zhang Zhao stood by silently, looking at Sun Ce's appearance, and was also very anxious.
"There is still no news about her mother..." Sun Ce murmured to himself, "Who kidnapped her? What is the purpose? If it is for money, why don't you write a letter to blackmail?"
Zhang Zhao frowned, pondered for a moment and said, "Lord, my subordinates think that this matter may not be just for money. Perhaps, there is a deeper conspiracy behind this..."
"Conspiracy?" Sun Ce stopped suddenly and stared at Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao nodded. "It may be that someone is targeting the Prime Minister. He has a close relationship with the lord. Perhaps this person wants to threaten the Prime Minister by kidnapping Wu Guotai..."
Sun Ce's face became gloomy and he clenched his fists.
"No matter who dares to touch my mother, I must make this person pay the price!"
He turned to Zhuge Jin and said, "Hurry up and go find the Prime Minister! He should have returned to Youzhou."
Zhuge Jin took the order and left. Sun Ce's eyes were staring at the door, as if he could see Xi Yu in the distance through the door.
If it weren't for his discomfort, he would also want to go to Youzhou immediately.
Sun Ce's face was haggard, and his eyes revealed endless worries.
Zhang Zhao looked solemn and comforted softly: "Lord, you must take care of yourself. If your body collapses at this time, then the situation will be bad."
Sun Ce nodded slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I know, just my mother is in danger, how can I not worry?"
Zhang Zhao sighed and said slowly: "Lord, the people of Taiji in Wu Kingdom have their own appearance and will be safe and sound. You need to stay calm so that we can come up with solutions."
Sun Ce took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He looked at Zhang Zhao, and a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes: "You are right, I can't mess around."
Jia Xu sat at home, feeling secretly proud.
He was originally a little worried that the county magistrate Wang Liang would come to cause trouble for him again, but now he found that the other party did not appear again.
His mood suddenly became much more relaxed.
"It seems that this county magistrate is quite sensible." Jia Xu thought to himself, "He must have known that I am the prime minister, so he dare not touch me easily."
A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he felt a little more confident in his position and influence.
Jia Xu felt that his judgment was correct. He believed that as long as he followed the right person, he would get enough protection.
However, while being proud, Jia Xu couldn't help but think about the attitude of the county magistrate Wang Liang.
He began to wonder whether the other party was really afraid of Xi Yu and did not dare to do anything, or was planning other conspiracies in secret.
This thinking made Jia Xu feel a little uneasy, but he quickly suppressed this uneasy.
Tell yourself not to worry too much, as long as there is a show, he will not be in any danger.
In the past few days, Sun Shangxiang has frequently stepped into Ouyang Linlin's boudoir.
"You are here again." Ouyang Linlin greeted with a smile.
"Well, I'm still a little worried." Sun Shangxiang frowned and looked worried.
"Don't worry, let's go to the Buddhist temple to pray together, and the Buddha will bless everything well." Ouyang Linlin comforted.
The two of them held hands and walked towards the Buddhist temple together.
"I hope my mother is safe and sound, and I hope our wishes can come true..." Sun Shangxiang silently recited in his heart.
After the prayer was over, they stood up slowly.
"Don't worry too much." Ouyang Linlin comforted softly, "Auntie will definitely arrive safely."
"But several days have passed, and I still haven't received any news from my mother. I'm really scared..."
Sun Shangxiang's concerns became increasingly greater.
"We have already prayed for our aunt in the Buddhist temple, and the Buddha will definitely bless her."
Sun Shangxiang nodded and felt a little calmer. She walked out with Ouyang Linlin.
Another day, the morning sun shone through the window on Xiao Cui's face. She opened her eyes slightly and felt much more relaxed.
Xiao Cui smiled and said to some people: "Prime Minister, I feel much better, we can set off."
Xi Yu frowned and asked worriedly: "Is it really okay? You didn't say that just to comfort me, right?"
Xiao Cui shook her head gently and said seriously: "Really, can I still not know my own body? It is indeed much better than before."
Xi Yu was still a little hesitant.
"But... I'm still not relieved."
"Sir, don't worry, I will take good care of myself. You still have important things to do and you can't delay any more."
Chapter completed!